Caught wipe-handed
Flybaby and I love going around in our sling. He's almost always very happy in it, and that's a plus when we're out in public.
However.
When you have a baby who's prone to spitting up, holding him puts pressure against his tummy, and it only makes the spit-up easier to come up.
The scene: Suburban supermarket. Mid-afternoon.
Flybaby and I have just perused the baby aisle and are now a couple aisles over, looking at cereal. Suddenly, I feel warm wetness on my arm. Fly has just spewed half his lunch on himself, on me and on the floor -- completely missing his bib. I freeze, not sure what to do.
A stock boy who's only feet away looks at me. Still frozen. He gives a friendly smile and says hi. Oh geez, I think, he doesn't even notice the spit-up.
I race back to the baby aisle and grab the cheapest little bag of wipes I can find. I tear it open on the spot, knowing I haven't paid for it yet, and start wiping Fly down. Another wipe for myself as I walk back to the cereal to tell the stock boy about the spit-up. Which I should have done in the first place.
Then....
"Hi! Do I know you?" a woman says.
Uh-oh.
"Do I know you from church?"
Double uh-oh.
And I'm holding the used, unpaid-for wipes.
I don't know the woman. But somehow she knows me. She knows my name. And let me just say how freaked out I am when people know me but I don't know them....
Turns out she's the mother of someone I know. So after we say hello, Flybaby and I are on our way back to the cereal -- and all thoughts of spit-up are gone.
Will God and the universe forgive me for not remembering to ask for clean-up on aisle 12? Or cleaning it up myself?
In any case, those wipes are staying in my purse from now on!
However.
When you have a baby who's prone to spitting up, holding him puts pressure against his tummy, and it only makes the spit-up easier to come up.
The scene: Suburban supermarket. Mid-afternoon.
Flybaby and I have just perused the baby aisle and are now a couple aisles over, looking at cereal. Suddenly, I feel warm wetness on my arm. Fly has just spewed half his lunch on himself, on me and on the floor -- completely missing his bib. I freeze, not sure what to do.
A stock boy who's only feet away looks at me. Still frozen. He gives a friendly smile and says hi. Oh geez, I think, he doesn't even notice the spit-up.
I race back to the baby aisle and grab the cheapest little bag of wipes I can find. I tear it open on the spot, knowing I haven't paid for it yet, and start wiping Fly down. Another wipe for myself as I walk back to the cereal to tell the stock boy about the spit-up. Which I should have done in the first place.
Then....
"Hi! Do I know you?" a woman says.
Uh-oh.
"Do I know you from church?"
Double uh-oh.
And I'm holding the used, unpaid-for wipes.
I don't know the woman. But somehow she knows me. She knows my name. And let me just say how freaked out I am when people know me but I don't know them....
Turns out she's the mother of someone I know. So after we say hello, Flybaby and I are on our way back to the cereal -- and all thoughts of spit-up are gone.
Will God and the universe forgive me for not remembering to ask for clean-up on aisle 12? Or cleaning it up myself?
In any case, those wipes are staying in my purse from now on!
Labels: confessions, Fly
posted by Damselfly at 6:11 PM
19 Comments:
LOL! That's as good as the answering machine message I set and then had a priest call my apt!
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Sounds perfectly forgivable to me! I plan on buying wipes for the rest of my life they are so darn handy!
What amandad said.
Also, I have lost track of the half-eaten, opened, or partially used things I have presented at the counter to be scanned.
It's not dishonest - you did the right thing.
I've more than once arrived at the checkout line with two tots and two banana peels. Luckily, several of the cashiers know us. And they ring up the peels, somehow, laugh, and send us on our way.
Desperate times... and all that...
Completely forgiveable in my humble-mommy opinion; not to mention absolutely hilarious! Is it any wonder that we moms are so overloaded at any one time during the day?? I mean, you weren't just grocery-shopping, you were keeping Flybaby entertained in the sling, concerned about being a good supermarket citizen in wanting to clean up the mess, AND jostling your already overworked brain for a name to the face confronting you...that's a lot to keep track of!
And, ahh, those wipes! I keep a pack in every room and in both cars, along with my purse bc, well, you just never know when 'spit' happens...hehehe!
Yes, I think God and the universe will forgive you. (Maybe our dear friend Roger will too. "It's All About Forgiveness!" LOL!)
Mine threw up at the mall last weekend. Projectiled all over the floor and a store window. She was on my husband's shoulders and luckily missed his head, but managed to get my sandals and ankles.
Nearby people just looked over and then continued their conversation. When mall security came over I apologized, but he said "It happens."
I was still embarrassed. But I'm over it now. At least *I* didn't have to mop it up.
I am in the market for a sling. Can you give advice? Have you tried a ring sling like the Maya? What made you choose this one? I totally like the fabric. I'm so confused and frozen when it comes to making a choice! Help! (Anyone!)
My husband likes to take a piece of candy from the pick a mix candy aisle and I GET SO EMBARRASSED! He also takes a swig out of a soda right when it's still on the conveyor belt!
Anyway, I am going to baby loves disco btw :)
I think that it is a minor thing... and better to have it cleaned up than left for some unassuming patron...
As long as you don't plan on stealing things, it's totally fine to open in the store! I always open the bag of cheese cubes and let the Beast eat away happily while I shop. No biggie!
I agree with flip-flop. As long as you don't leave the store without paying, no biggie. And even if you did accidentally walk off with the wipes, if you're a regular customer and it was an accident, they aren't going to track you down and make you pay.
I can remember days when I was so hungry, I'd open a bag of Fritos and munch them while shopping. I'd just chuckle at the checkstand. Never got any dirty looks--they've probably seen lots worse. ;)
My oldest (now a senior in college) used to work at a grocery store. The checkstands all have rolls of paper towels available. If I didn't already have wipes with me (you kinda get used to carrying them, but sometimes you run out), I wouldn't hesitate to ask any store employee for help. They're just as interested in getting messes cleaned up as you are, and they all understand that accidents happen.
Sorry the "do I know you from church" lady had you flustered. I proably would have admitted to being recently spit-up on, and use that for an excuse for being distracted. Moms understand. :)
We open food at the store ALL the time. I've taught the girlies to be careful not to rip the UPC code so we can pay for it.
I sing on the worship team of a large church (well, it's large for Maine!). EVERYONE knows me and my husband "that drummer guy". We've had perfect strangers come up to us and introduce us and our children BY NAME to their friends/relatives.
I was once inthe groccery store and and older lady and her very elderly mother gushed their way into our cash-out line to squeeze my hand and gush how much they loved my voice etc.
It's very unnerving!
I have a similar story, but not so happy to be spit-up, Hunter's mess came from the other end! I wish I'd thought of the store wipes, because I was all out. I did have teh diaper bag, however, and I used a spare diaper.
Oooo cute sling!
Becca was not a spitter-uper ... Ethan is ... I am so never prepared when he pukes!
Oh you are so funny. I can just picture the look on your face.
Wipes rule.
I don't know what it is but the second my kids and I walk into a grocery store they are parched/dehydrated and can not function if they don't get a drink now! We always end up opening a juice box or two. I don't think there is anything wrong with it so long as your intention is to pay for it. I always make a point of telling the kids that it is not ours till it is bought weather it's in you tummy or not.
It seems no matter how prepared we are, we just aren't. I think getting wipes off the aisle is brilliant!
At least she is a mom & probably understands...
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